October 30, 2011

To Bangalore...

If you have never lived in Bangalore,
you will never know
the warmth of sunshine,
the comfort of those few rays
after a chilled night
and drops of rain...

If you have never lived in Bangalore,
you do not chance upon
a torn old book, with love notes
somewhere in the corner
of an old, winding book store...

If you have never lived in Bangalore,
you cannot figure
your way around different
combinations of turns
in a maze
of carelessly designed one ways...

If you have never lived in Bangalore,
coffee is a conversation-starter
inspiration for graffiti walls
and cool merchandise
but never just
a cup of well-brewed beans...

If you have never lived in Bangalore,
Metallica and Iron Maiden
Oh maybe I should not dare
venture there
If you know Bangalore
you'll also know why!

If you have never lived in Bangalore,
well, you've just never lived in Bangalore.
Too Bad!

Before you think it, or even worse, say it, let me accept that there is much more beauty to Bangalore than just the few specifics I've just mentioned...
This, however is just the small tale of my personal love for this city..

After over three years of constant comparing, I have learnt now, to accept and even love Bangalore for Bangalore and not bicker about how it is not, ermm, Bombay! I see now, how, my love-hate relationship with Bangalore is tending more to the former side of the scale..

And I am glad that albeit taking a few years, lots of idlis and even more cups of coffee, I write this.. To Bangalore...With Love!






October 21, 2011

Again

You know that moment...
The one you think of
ever so often.
Smiling
with dreamy eyes?

That same one
which transports you
to a dusty bus-ride,
a meandering conversation
that distinct smell,
a dear taste?

The moment you hold so close
to your heart.
Cherish. Share. Recreate
Again.
And Again.

The same one that
your recording device cannot do justice to.
The one that
your words cannot do justice to.

You know?

But do you also know
something strange
about that one?

That moment
Even memory cannot do justice to.

It's there,
right there,
just there.

Guarded
in Time.

And you can never
be there, do that
again.
Ever again.


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